Demon In A Suit の小説・ストーリー

'Man’ wore a blood-red suit and had slicked back, perfectly styled black hair, as well as black eyes that I could see even from this distance. He held a glass of what I assumed was alcohol in his hand, a smirk curling up his lips. "I hope this form... Suits your taste, my mate?" He asked, gesturing at his body as he stood up. However, I took several steps back, my gaze unwavering on him. "Don't take another step. I'm... I'm warning you." I tried my best to sound bold but that was hard since my voice shook with each word. Meanwhile, the demon sniggered. I merely blinked once and the next thing I knew, he was gone. Like he'd disappeared.

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

“But we’ll tell him when we go back to L’impasse des Ombres.” I nodded again, my mind drifting back to what he’d said to me. I really hoped he had no plans of pushing through with whatever he had in mind. The door creaked open again, and Demon entered the ward. He looked like he had just taken a shower—his damp black hair clinging messily to his forehead. He was in black outfits as usual, looking handsome like he’d just stepped out from a magazine. With his hair sticking on his forehead, he looked more innocent, like a high school boy who knew nothing but maths.

If I was quiet enough, there was a chance that neither of them would notice me leave. Beki gave me a bark of encouragement. “Hold on.” I glanced around and scanned the demons, who still shifted about on the dungeon floor, returning to consciousness from the smoke bombs we’d thrown earlier. It didn’t matter if they were asleep or awake, considering that they couldn’t see me in my invisibility suit. Unfortunately, the suit only worked on demons, and Hades only held the title of Demon King. “Are the wolves coercing you with blackmail?” he snarled. “Why else would an angel with a permanent stick up his ass risk everything to help them steal those souls?”

Heartless Demon No one could say by looking at this man that there was a demon hidden inside this godly body who kept me captive in his claws and tortured me for his satisfaction. He was most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. Anyone could mistakenly think him as a model from magazine. His face consisted of strong jaws which was covered with light stubble, nose was sharp and pointed, cheekbones were high. His hair was dark black and perfectly gelled back. He was dressed in black expensive suit. broad shoulder could be easily identified through the suit. His arms looked strong as his hands on table and checking a file.

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

“I’ll go ahead.” I took the secret route to the city. Evan helped me to hide my identity to avoid troubles because I’m still weak. With the amulet he gave me, none of the people would recognize me as the Demoness Alpha. He casted a spell on it that could make me look like someone else in the eyes of people for the time being.

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w